Angelica sat on the far left of the circle of people. Being a watcher she studied their faces. One girl looked spanish, she had black
lipstick and heavy eyelids…angie would later find out she one of LA’s mexican girl gangbangers. One boy had a squashed nose and the palest
skin angie ever saw. Another dude was normal-loooking, normal until angie caught his eyes and saw one was not there. Another girl was also normal-looking
and angie couldnt find anything wrong..she was pale but not pasty-looking….brown hair and skinny but not too skinny…hazel eyes with green flecks. The only problem
with her were those socks, pink with pumpkin logos, now that should be against the law. Angelica settled herself in the seat…the shivers were finally gone. Many a night
Angelica spent biting her pillow, feelings she never dreamed of going through her body. But it was gone, and what followed was diahrea and her *****-drive. A budding one, and
one night touching herself she couldnt help but think of Shad. However at that thought she stopped and put fingers to her head…don’t think about that sorry-***** mothafucka…he wasn’t
that good anyways. huh..how would angie know what was good. Her knee started to shake, it did that when angie was bored. She was eager to get the first day over with. The
faciliatater was a white woman with black hair an dthe greenest eyes angie ever saw. She was beautiful and angie felt for a second in awe, but was reminded that she should hate
the “teacher” when the woman introduced herself. Her name was Julia…Juila Silver, what a cool name. Jewish. Angelica knew this because her only friend was jewish, only
until she kicked that *****’s ***** and that ***** was too scared to talk to angie again. stupid *****. Angelica shook her head, she shouldn’t be talking about her former friend
that way. ok pay attention the woman is talking. And what is she talking about…icebreakers….*****.  The woman is 32, she has been doing this for five years and doens’t tire of it, she
tires of the horror stories but not of the kids. Though sometimes one has to be immune to some of the one’s with the souless eyes. Only once a student threatened her.
 
 The deal is this, the icebreaker is this….take some M&Ms. Alright angelica thinks..this is her day. When was the last time she had ***** M&Ms? All of them take handfuls, Angie
notices the woman only takes a few…suspicious…so Angelica only takes a few. She was right. The woman says that the ones who took a lot are gonna regret it. We have to tell
one thing about ourselves for each candy oval and are allowed to eat it once we’re finished. Angie thinks the woman is stupid, what the ***** does she think agnie is ? Three? The
Spanish girl rolls her eyes and slumps her back but looks at each M&M and says stuff really mundane…orange is my favourite colour…my name is Vanessa..i like M&Ms….stuff like
that. The squah-nose boy’s name is Garret and thats all angie catches…his voice goes low and he’s boring and angie is falling asleep. The next boy with one eye has a booming
voice so angie is wide awake and finds out he likes cats…she barely stifles a laugh…what a *****.  The girl across from her with the brown hair says her name is Ophelia and that
she lives with her dad and one dog. Angelica thinks…OMFG who the ***** named her Ophelia? That had gotta be the most stupidest name on the whole friggin planet. But she
has a nice voice, and angie actually pays  attention. It’s the woman’s turn adn she says the usual…her name…her hobbies…then she says she used to be a teen hooker and a junkie but
kicked the habit and now counsels these kind of groups. Angelica doesnt relaly know what to think and can’t make up an insult for that. Then it’s her turn and she chokes.

 Nobody urges her on like in school, which she hasn’t been to in ***** months, instead the woman just waits and waits. Finally feeling uncomfortable with her staring like
that with those green eyes Angie takes a blue M&M….My name is Angelica Porter….im 14…..i live with my mom……………and my other mom….at that Vanessa snickers and the
rest look up……i like to write poetry……i like basketball but all i do is foul…..i hate bananas….i have books….i like books…….my mom has cancer……she’s probably gonna die. Angelica’s eyes
fill with tears, she can’t help it. It’s one of those things that sneaks up on you and bites ya in the buttocks. It’s the curse of no control and Angelica hates how there is a nasty hurting
feeling in her chest and how the carpeted brown floor is so ***** blurry.